“The inn at the end of the world… Or maybe I just mean a Star Gazer outpost on a high peak, above the clouds, sheltering fugitives from the Wyld energies of the storm. My pack are, to be frank, a touch bizarre, still it was a difficult situation to be in and maybe they were wiser to let themselves go a bit loose & relax.

We shall not have to stay here very long I hope, I am not yet ready to settle into the traditional life of a Star Gazer mystic and this place just worries me. That sort of thing can be infectious.

Now at least we may focus our energies on figuring out how to fly beyond this cloudy realm and reach the stars. It may just be that this change shifter, this Corax, may be of assistance to us."

Vulture kindly agrees to tidy up two Black Spiral Dancer corpses in return for a large carcass left for his children.

Grey PawFinesse… is perhaps not the most common characteristic amongst my skinchanging kin. One might almost be surprised that we attempted & succeeded to infiltrate a dreamwalker gathering. But wolves have always been good at encircling their prey, the better to leap from the shadows. And that is where the subtlety and finesse disappeared, like a fine mist before the burning sun. Fortunately for our ally we struck hard and well, the Black Spiral dancer corpses lay on the ground and after a quick negotiation Vultures children fed well that day.It is good that my pack has been able to honour its pledge. despite some mixing it up with the dreamwalker guards we grabbed our quarry without unwarranted casualties, before retreating with him into the woods. Despite the Black Spiral complication it seems the songs sung of this day will be ones of honour.

GreypawWith the cooperation of no longer witless scion of the house of the Moon he, Marlow & I make our way back to the pack. In the meantime they have been sniffing out the Black Spiral Dancer presence to find a number of them gathered in the nearby diner.Upon our return & a brief explanation of our presence to the young Silver Fang. It was determined, after a brisk debate, that we would try and bring the fury of the Wyld upon the corrupted dancers of the Spiral. Queue Marlow shenanigans and an attempt to lure the BSDs into an ambush with myself ready to strike from the Umbra.